Porkchop? PORKCHOP? If his face had been visible, Natalie would have seen one of his eyes twitching. Was this really what he'd been reduced to? He was a proud Garlean soldier, even if the army was still out to kill him.Â
He couldn't take it any longer.Â
In a quick motion, he'd overturned the table with one hand, and sent the other with a first straight at the Miqo'te.Â
"WHO THE BLOODY HELLS ARE YOU CALLING A 'PORKCHOP'?!" Simply put, he'd finally snapped. And as almost expected, the artificial aether unit was back to leaking heavy amounts of aether that had been passively gathered for some time. A few small shards of bright orange over-aspected aether could be seen falling around him.Â
Who cares if it made a scene? She was /asking/ for it!
He couldn't take it any longer.Â
In a quick motion, he'd overturned the table with one hand, and sent the other with a first straight at the Miqo'te.Â
"WHO THE BLOODY HELLS ARE YOU CALLING A 'PORKCHOP'?!" Simply put, he'd finally snapped. And as almost expected, the artificial aether unit was back to leaking heavy amounts of aether that had been passively gathered for some time. A few small shards of bright orange over-aspected aether could be seen falling around him.Â
Who cares if it made a scene? She was /asking/ for it!
